I have been fascinated
with the miracles that many millions of people have seen on this planetMy voice mail and fax machine are flooded with reports of miracles
from all over the world, sent by dedicated co-workers who have helped
me become the Modern
Miracles Reporter. In interviews on more than 1,000 radio and television
stations in the US, I have tried to keep this nation informed of each
new happening. The following is one of the most fascinating miracles
I╠ve encountered.

Marching MadonnaA fax said: "Check
this." I did. Under police supervision, the traffic was being stopped
Good Friday evening, 1996, in a residential neighborhood in Montclair,
California, 60 miles east of Los Angeles, by a diminutive housewife
(Jo Ann Noriega), marching down the middle of the street, dressed as
Mary, the mother of Jesus. She was carrying a piece of window glass
that manifested dozens of tiny glowing crosses, created by the light
from the candles held by the scores of people following her.

Directly behind
her was a volunteer group of musicians who played inspirational music
for the crowd of followers. "Mary" was asked into homes along the way
to offer a prayer in English or Spanish for those in need of healing.
Directly ahead of "Mary" was Jo Ann's husband, Frank, dressed as Jesus,
carrying a heavy wooden cross, assisted by a grateful former alcoholic
and drug addict, Hussem Farrach, who had been healed by the cross of
light.

The procession ended
sometime later in front of the Noriega home where all followers were
invited inside, four people at a time, to look out of the bathroom window
at the breath-taking cross of light towering over the homes nearby,
manifested by the light of the full moon. I arranged to interview Jo
Ann Noriega later in the week.

The InterviewI arrived
at the Noriega's small home, eager to hear how Jo Ann had attracted
hundreds of people to informal meetings there. Many who viewed the crosses
of light reportedly left with a more hopeful approach to life. Had she
always planned to do healing work like this? Jo Ann smiled. "Not at
all. Let me show you the critical points in my personal diary, the diary
I eventually called: 'My Healing Cross of Light Diary'."

Jo Ann's diary describes
a series of devastating on-the-job accidents that her husband, Frank,
a truck driver, had suffered from the late 1970s through the 1980s.
After one accident, doctors discovered a massive brain tumor. Surgery
was successful, but he was unable to return to work for three years.
Another accident occurred when Frank purposely turned over his truck
to avoid hitting an out-of-control car with a woman and three children
inside. To add to the problems, doctors informed Jo Ann in 1990 that
she was incapable of having children. A nun called Jo Ann months later,
and told her of a homeless woman who wanted to give up her child that
was about to be born. Jo Ann and Frank adopted the child. The miracles
of the crosses began some two years later, with a dream. Jo Ann read
from her diary.

"My healing cross
of light diary"

13
October 1992: I had a dream. Jesus was on a cross, between
two other crosses, three crosses in all, dark clouds rolling in. I was
running toward the crosses saying: "I'm here for you. Whatever it is
for your will to be done, I'm here." Jesus said: "Pay attention, "watch."

8
December 1992: I watched always, especially the clouds.
Today I felt a loving presence in my kitchen. It seemed to pull me into
the bathroom. I asked myself: "Why am I here?" It was 6 pm, dark outside,
yet a light was shining in my window. I looked out slowly and saw a
great, beautiful cross high in the sky! Frank came home about l0 pm.
I quickly took him in to see the cross but it was gone. He looked at
me strangely. "Jo Ann, are you all right?" I told him it had really
been there and I felt maybe it had something to do with my dream.

9
December 1992: When it got dark, the cross appeared again
and I was excited about showing it to Frank, but by the time he was
home the cross was gone again. He looked at me kindly, but told me I
had been working too hard and that he was worried about my health.

11
December 1992: Frank was home early, but it was almost
9 pm and the cross had not appeared. Suddenly, it did! Frank saw it,
exclaiming: "My God, what's happening? We've looked out of that window
for years but never saw anything like this!"

16
December 1992:I'm so sad, the cross has completely disappeared.
I feel as if my best friend has deserted me. It was so beautiful.

27
December 1992: I am depressed. I prayed all day: "Jesus,
give me a sign if the cross will return. It helped us so much to see
it. Do you want others to see it? I'll show it if you do!"

28
December 1992: It was growing dark as I was outside my
bathroom window, cleaning the yard. Suddenly, I decided to go into the
house and turn on the Virgin Mary night-light on the wall in the bathroom.
"Now, why did I do that?" I asked myself. Almost immediately, I heard
my next-door neighbor screaming. I rushed out to see what was wrong.
She pointed at my bathroom window, shouting: "My God, you've got another
cross! It's inside your house by the night light!" This was our second
cross. I saw three crosses in my dream. Could there be one more?

3
January 1993: Another joyful day! At about 7am, I looked
out of the bathroom window and was temporarily blinded by a tremendous
light. I grabbed my sun glasses and was thrilled to see, rising above
the houses nearby, a cross whose light source was the winter sun. This
was the third cross which had appeared. As it got later in the morning,
it kept rising higher and gradually bent over the top of our house before
it disappeared.

8
January 1993:It was becoming
obvious that the daytime cross would stay around as long as the sun
was able to contact the cross energy which seemed to surround our house.
The cross had appeared regularly during the past six days.

11
January 1993: This evening an idea came. "Frank, go replace
the burned-out lightbulb by our neighbor's side-entrance door. She's
not home, but I want to try something." "We can't do that, Jo Ann, besides
she would have to turn the switch on for us" I replied, without knowing
why: "The switch is already turned on." And, it was. Our night-time
cross, which can be seen as we look out of our bathroom window, was
born again tonight. It's beautiful.

13
January 1993:We are receiving
emotional healing from the crosses, and are deeply grateful. At about
11pm tonight we heard a group of voices outside our front door and then
a knock. We opened the door carefully. A woman asked me: "Are you the
woman with the crosses?" I was shocked and told her we had never told
anyone about them except our neighbor. "We don't know your neighbor.
We don't even know you, but we were walking by and saw Jesus' face on
your living room window. He led us to this house." We asked them to
come through the gate at the side of our house to look at the cross
in our bathroom. There were about 20 people, but how did they know?
They never did tell.

9
February 1994: By now we had discovered that the first
beautiful cross, which eventually disappeared, reappeared every full
moon shedding a beautiful blue light, so I felt Jesus wanted the crosses
to remain. I started showing them to everyone who would listen to me,
as I had promised I would if He would bring them back.

Jesus?

13
February 1994:At about 8am, I was showing the crosses
to several people looking out of my bathroom window. I felt I was going
into a trance of some sort and asked Frank to get my camera quickly.
A series of forms started manifesting inside the bathroom on the ceiling
and above the door as the sun reflected off a photo album I had been
showing. I snapped a picture of each form. The people didn't seem to
see what I saw, but I followed the forms until one settled on my closet
door across the hall from the bathroom. I took that picture. I believe
it to be a picture of Jesus. Then the form disappeared, but if I was
lucky, I have it in my camera.

13
March 1994: That photo I took a month ago is wonderful.
Looks like the outline of Jesus to me. As I was looking at the picture
today, I felt an impulse to point my camera at the sun and take a shot.
Wonder what that's all about, if anything at all?

20
March 1994: Got the picture I shot as I looked at the
sun. There was a cloud with the face of a man in it. Jesus?
Jo Ann stopped reading from the diary to tell me that after she got
the photos that she believed to be of Jesus, the healings started happening.

24
April 1994: "My name is Hussem Farrach. I'm an alcoholic
and a drug addict and have been in my addictions for 19 years. I'm 3l
years old now. PCP, cocaine, heroine and LSD were my ways of coping
till I met Jo Ann Noriega, who was working in the rehabilitation center.
I was invited to see her crosses of light. As I approached the window,
I fell to my knees and started to cry. I prayed and felt an angelic
presence. I smelled lovely roses, yet no roses were there, only God."
Jo Ann said that Hussem has been clean and sober for nearly four years
and has helped dozens of addicts recover. He has also portrayed Simon
helping "Jesus" carry the cross three times in the street pageant on
Good Fridays.

20
October 1996: Sue Knudson was scheduled to go to the
City of Hope hospital for cancer surgery. She came by to see the crosses
before going and prayed for a healing. She reported to me today that
when she saw the doctor he told her they couldn╠t find the cancer. It
was gone! Sue tells everyone the cross healed her.
"Almost every week someone is experiencing life-changing experiences
in the meetings," Jo Ann commented, "but I'm always the most touched
when something good happens for children, like this one in the diary."

17
January 1998: Bichly Dinh, 11 years old, was brought
to a healing meeting by her mother because Bichly could not see well
out of both eyes. "I experienced something very beautiful," the young
girl told me. "I went into sort of a trance-like sleep. I saw Jesus,
who had come to give me a new pair of eyes. It was very peaceful." When
she awoke she was crying. I asked her if she was OK. She told me she
was and that she can see much better now.
Jo Ann Noriega has turned her tiny rental home into a shining cathedral
of hope. She teaches love and evokes healings for those who come to
her. By opening her heart, she has become the compassionate vessel He
uses to change lives for the better. I've often wondered how Christ
chooses the disciples who carry His message of love to this troubled
world. As I waved goodbye to Jo Ann, I no longer wondered. Christ uses
those who have suffered to serve the suffering, because they care.